The Tears of a Girl

The Tears of a Girl

The four walls are pasty white. Decorative paintings are sporadically placed upon them. The monitors are constantly beeping, keeping the nurses alert of my progress. The sounds of the voices in the halls along with the television accompany me as I sat alone crying a dry-rain in the darkness. Moist and flowing, my tears rain down from my heart. I was sitting in a room at the hospital, handcuffed to the bed. The loneliness inside of me turned into darkness.
Even though I am pregnant I will be confined to this room, under the supervision of a police officer, until I deliver my baby. As the shock settles within me, I return back to reality and realize that I know little or nothing about what my consequences will be. I can’t believe what I have done. Murder is both a sin and a crime, and I have committed both of them.
This is not the first time this issue has surfaced within our relationship, but this time it was ...